- June 04
- I am a psychologist, yogi, treehugger, dog-mom and wife. Apparently, all I ever write about is sex and death. Enjoy!
MY RECENT POSTS
- I do not believe in happily
July 27, 2010 03:11PM
- You are now entering Austin
October 03, 2009 06:36PM
- Bittersweet symphony
September 15, 2009 05:28PM
- Sunday night
September 08, 2009 04:26PM
- Where the wild things are
August 26, 2009 11:49AM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “I *am* holding you.
Right now. In my mind and in
And if I could I
September 12, 2013 06:19PM
- “Amen, Tom! I agree with
all of the above, with the
of your self
June 12, 2012 12:09PM
- “Greg: this gave me
chills, made me cry and gave
hope— one right after
January 22, 2012 04:10PM
- “Fabulous, ecstatic prose
poem! This had my heart
And yes, trust
that I am…”
July 15, 2011 02:52PM
- “I’ve been away
from the blogosphere for a
while and was
craving some OS
July 07, 2011 04:25PM
- MY LINKS
- No links in this category.
I've heard it said that you should never get married or buy a used car unless you find yourself saying, I can’t believe my luck. That’s exactly how I felt after I met my sweet fella last year. Within the first month I found myself fighting the urge to write thank-you… Read full post »
For over six years I've lived within walking distance of Zilker Park-- the location of an annual three day music festival spawned from the famous Austin City Limits program. This past weekend I attended for the very first time. Why was it my first ACL? I love live music but I've had… Read full post »
It seems as if every slice of sweet is being served with a generous dollop of bitter, lately. They say the recession is likely over but healthcare reform appears dead in the water. The violent crime rate has dropped but we're killing each other by driving while texting, now.
The bitter… Read full post »
It was a good omen.
When I walked into the lounge Margo Valiante was singing “Angel from Montgomery”-- one of my favorite songs.
I saw him from across the room as he stood to greet me. His “wow” was the answer to my “hello”.
We hugged and then settled… Read full post »
I've had writer's block this summer. I've also had lover's block, worker's block and friend's block. I'm having my own personal recession over here and so I haven't been posting much.
When times get tough I tend to duck my head, bear down hard and power through as… Read full post »
I’ve been pestered for months about my sad lack of love life—here, by my surrogate fathers—and in my real life. It’s been six months since the spilt with this one and I haven’t been ready to get out there and date again. It took me a long time to find… Read full post »
With those strong tawny haunches
and blonde mane flying
you were born to run
And your leprechaun invasion
and Jesus figurines
baby they were so much fun
You warned us of Anne Hathaway
that baby eating she-devil
and DOUCHEBAG! charges
as a public service you… Read full post »
Have you seen this dog?
It's been over a month since he has graced our virtual spaces with his unique wit and wisdom. Where for art thou, dear canine? I really miss the whooshing sound that comes from reading one of your posts, as it flies right over my head.
Today I am another year older.
The past year has not been easy. In fact, the "Maintenence Required" light on the dashboard of my life lit up about 5 months ago, if you want to know the truth. But I'm still happy to be alive and celebrating that fact… Read full post »
a strange kind of speech
howl, low growl. my, what big teeth!
She is one of those people for whom the expression, “If she were poor, she’d be called crazy but since she’s rich, she’s eccentric” was made. Sara Charles Crumley* was a member of the resort spa for which I worked ten years ago and I’ll never forget the mome… Read full post »
Stands for all things,
Even those things that do not flower,
For everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing;
Though sometimes it is necessary
To reteach a thing its loveliness
To put a hand on its brow
Of the flower
And retell it in words and in touch
It is lovely
Until it flow/… Read full post »
Two Truths+ One lie: The truth revealed
3. I ran my first New York marathon with a broken foot. - TrueBefore the race a physical therapist said that it might just be "bruised phalanges" so I ran the marathon anyway. What started out as a stress fracture was much worse by… Read full post »
And if you don't know what this is about then please read her post:
And then please come back here and give Delia some love.… Read full post »
snip from your garden
breathe in crushed red velvet
i'm about to bloom
Slip your fingers in
and slowly, pull back the skin
now i am the fruit
The Savior of San Jacinto: The mostly true tale of the woman known as The Yellow Rose of Texas
This is a Texas two-step folks: salsa and a story. Now, there are just about as many versions of salsa fresca as there are versions of this story but I'm gonna serve up&nb… Read full post »
i devour the ripe mango
i called it trig
"The idea of death, the fear of it, haunts the human animal like nothing else.."
When I arrived they confiscated my keys and cell phone. I wasn’t allowed any reading or writing materials, no computer, ipod or radio. I was told in no uncertain terms that… Read full post »
I dreamt you were an alien
(it was a fever dream)
you looked just as you do
only your skin had a cast of electric blue
blue like your eyes but
(you had said)
that you… Read full post »
It was a dark and stormy night. A blonde dame in a trench coat walked quickly under the awnings of the mostly deserted downtown street. A lone saxophonist belted out a melancholy tune as the dame looked over her shoulder once, then entered the dark doorway of the Acme… Read full post »
When Dorinda suggested that we interview our favorite under-sung writers on OS I had to meditate on it for a while before I chose. I love more writers than I can mention and some of the ones I love get plenty of EP's and front pages. I mean, Persephone? The… Read full post »
“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles… Read full post »
My Brush with Life
I know that when Gertrude Stein said, “There is no there, there” she was referring to Oakland but I think that is only because Plano Texas had not been invented yet. Being raised in the cultural wilderness of north Texas in the 80’s I was a miserable,… Read full post »